


My empire, two extremes.
In the city of Italica, the new amphitheater is inaugurated in honor of our Emperor Traj-anno.
The construction was prolonged by the successive plagues and famines that afflicted the city. But it seems that Ceres, in her Providence, has ordained that the new city shall finally host spectacles in honor of Caesar. Nevertheless, our coffers are depleted, for meanwhile, our empire's foreign policy has suffered the usurpation of our domains in Albion by the barbarian king Athr Lorgwyn.
While the patricians watch the gladiators clash in the arena, the imperial troops—with their legions, archers, and auxilia arrived from every corner of our Romanized provinces—prepare to march and counterattack.
Valete, Governors.